Just a Little Bit of Your Heart. (NiallxAriana AU)

0. Intro

“I looked in my rearview mirror and / It seems make a lot more sense / Than what I see ahead of us / Ahead of us, yeah / I’m ready to make that turn / Before we both crash and burn / ‘Cause that could be the death of us / The death of us…”

I forcefully trailed off from trying to randomly sing that irrelevant song, shaking my head. I had written this song in my Song Journal about two years ago, and now I was sitting here on my bed, staring at it thinking: How in the world did I come up with this stupid song?

Looking back in my salmon-colored Song Journal, I was reminiscing the times when I would sit in the back of my classes in Middle School, pouring my heart out onto the pastel blue lines of the pages. But I pouted a little, as I wasn’t particularly too fond of this song. I was actually pouting at all the songs I had written.

One of my older cousins, Tabitha, once looked through my journal and told me that my songs were “absolutely beautiful.” Well, she actually didn’t tell me, she signed the compliment to me.

You see, I’m deaf. Some may think that was a curse, some may think it was a blessing… I guess. Well, to me, it was a little bit of both. It was a curse because, of course, I couldn’t hear anything of the world around me; and it was kind of a blessing because I couldn’t hear if someone was saying mean things about me.

It would often make me sad when I couldn’t hear myself sing, since singing was my favorite thing in the world to do. Sometimes I didn’t even know if I was pronouncing words right, since I could only try to imitate how people mouthed them when they spoke.

And it made me even more upset that I couldn’t even hear what my voice sounded like. How high or low it could go, how good or bad it was. I could only hope that it sounded at least decent. I hope I didn’t sound like a dying hippopotamus. (Ha, hippopotamus!)

I sighed, grabbing my journal and hugging it to my chest before falling back on my rose-patterned covers. I smiled amusingly a little as my white, one-size-too-big sweater full of rose designs blended right in with the snuggly blankets. I had always adored the flower since I was a little girl—not really sure why, though…

I hummed a random tune I had made up to the song I previously attempted, until I found myself trying to sing a part of it again. “I feel like my heart is stuck in bumper-to-bumper / Traffic, I’m under pressure / ‘Cause I can’t have you the way that I want / Let’s just go back to the way it was / When we were on Honeymoon Avenue / Honeymoon Avenue…”

I shortly trailed off like before, frustratingly looking up at my irregularly patterned ceiling. If only I could hear what my voice sounded like… I thought to myself. If only I could hear what anything sounded like…

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A/N: Sorry that this intro was so short, but I hope you all liked it. (^///^)

ily ♥

~taylor. xo